Ford Escorts and chalk: the path to happiness

Well, mum is home and settled. Still weak, still on morphine for the headaches but a 100 times better than she was. Even I feel better!
Actually, I feel quite chipper. Yesterday when S popped over for coffee, she bought the car that I am buying and we went for a spin. We also decided on an actual date to buy it, and last night I got several insurance quotes. So it seems we’re full steam ahead! The car runs very well and the interior matches the exterior in that it’s been well cared for. Finally after what have been three or four very shitty weeks, I have something to look forward to and get excited over. Too excited perhaps – I’ve come in to work and I haven’t stop talking about the car and when I’m buying it!
S and I were talking about bank holiday plans of which mine are… do bugger all! Saturday I’m going to my mum’s, Sunday I plan to watch TV and / or sleep for most of the day, Monday I’m taking the dog up to Crystal Palace in the morning and then my partner is back in the afternoon. The only problem with taking the dog up the Palace is that the paths are surfaced with crushed white chalk. There is something about this crushed white chalk that Pluto likes very much and he rolls around in it for minutes at a time, sometimes several times on one stretch of path. When he’s finally had enough (and we suspect he’s never really had enough) he stands up and looks at us, grins and shakes himself vigorously which has the effect not of ridding his coat of the chalk but making it settle deeper. With his black glossy fur streaked with stark white chalk it’s like looking at a ghost dog! Anyway, it’s a bugger to get out and he looks a complete mess but it makes him very happy and that’s the main thing. Maybe we should all find our equivalent of rolling in chalk…